Evening Air {Unconventional Zen Master Challenge}

by You
originally published at 02:50PM on Saturday, June 14, 2008

The sun is painting coral streaks onto the evening clouds. A fresh wind picks up the dry leaves and swirls them in little circles across the stone floor.

He sits on the veranda, the yellowing plastic garden chair creaking under his weight, a half-smoked Benson and Hedges ultra light cigarette – the ashes drooping already – squeezed between his parched lips, Readers Digest in the left hand and a beer – the label obscured by a semi-dead cactus – quietly bubbling on a rickety, wooden table nearby. He takes a big gulp and without taking his eyes off the book he puts the bottle back on the table.

I approach cautiously, careful not to drop the present that I had handcrafted over the last few weeks. I push the brown dachshund out of the way, who then immediately starts growling at me.

He looks up and says: “The sun is the black sheep of the universe.”

I stand stunned, trying to process the information. Eventually my brain takes control of my limbs again.

I reply “Yes dad, happy fathers day” and present my gift.

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Comments

  • from John Perkins:

    Cool. Totally fits in with the season given that Father’s Day is tomorrow. Nice little twist at the end as well. I love twists.

  • from Kermitgorf:

    Wow, that was truly a cool father’s day story. dad’s kinda bitter, son mustn’t visit much.. very detailed, can see the scene in my minds eye.

  • from Apostrophe :

    wow.. kicking a dog.. not cool. Whats making pops so grouchy?? was fathers gift hand made?

  • from thebetweenspace:

    The sun is the black sheep of the universe. I love that line.

  • from THX 0477:

    Bit of a twist on it too. Pun/double meaning to ‘sun’, maybe?